Omaha daily bee., 1887-09-25


such conduct
Cant you see the notices" the officer
exclaimed.
A framed Injunction read as follows:
Out of respect for the ladies, gentlemen
will not spit on the floor"
And that's why I'm splitting on the
wall instead OF the floor" said the pas
scnger.
In about the toughest and crudest
melodrama imaginable. but which is
presented in our fashionable
ACADEMY OF MUSIC,
the heroine falls into a river of real, wet,
spashing water--or slim boy does 1t as
a proxy-and that scene saves the worth.
less play from failure. An actress Of
another character in the same drama.
seeming to realize that she must do some-
thing striking to make herself felt, elab-
crates her dying scene by rubbing white
powder on her face, as she lies on the
floor in the first agonies of poison, and
then tottering to her feet IN sudden and
awful ghastliness before the final fall.
Speaking of professional beauties, q
pretty girl set up boot backing chair
in, w all street. She was an alert creature
of sixteen or SO, dressed in jaunty neat
ness, and altogether an object to make
the brokers turn around for a second
look. But her enterprise failed. No
that char and submit his boots to the
brushes Of q girl, and SO she got no Gus
toners.
The return of Mrs. Frank Leslie to
town, with all she has to tell of her ad-
ventures with her marquis and her
prince, awakens q great deal of life in
the set in which she moves. For she is
among her own admirers a very queen,
and they see nothing remarkable about
her having titled dandies in her train,
though they are no less anxious to hear
all about them. For my part, as a hum
BILE outsider and "loOker-on at Venus"
to paraphrase an old quotation, sim
cerely hope that her Prince Eristoif Is
more according to our barbarous New
World notions OF what a reel, sure.
enough man ought to be than the Mar
quis de Leuville was. My sakes! what a
funny creature he was, with his pinched
try our dollar corsets- waist and his little
legs and tlaring cOat-tails and ridiculous
suggestion of a hustle. don't wonder
she wouldn't have him. l would not,
either, for even if 1 sent him to tax.
idermist to be stuffed and mounted, l
should not know what to do with him.
But Mrs. Frank Leslie deserves well of
her cOuntrywomen and of her sex all
over the world, if it is only for showing
how false the theory is that women are
not fitted for business. Instead OF that
being so, there IS not one man IN ten
thousand who could do what she has
done, and I'm not belittling the lords
and masters one bit, for confess don't
think the feminine woods are very full of
Mrs. Leslies. She had been an editress
when she became the wife of the pub
Usher, and she knew no more of trade
than kitten. Her husband discouraged
her ever learning, but he petted her,
and when she insisted that she
could do better at buying the paper
stock used in The concern than he was
doing, he let her take that in charge and
she saved him great deal of money.
In time came his illness and death, and
the bankruptcy of the concern. Here a
very queer thing happened. She had to
have $l0O, 900. and she had not the faintest
notion how or where to get it. l don't
know whether she prayed for it or not
but what If she dldf
JAY GOULD PRAYED
at least once, as he said in court, and
George Washington also prayed on some
tremendous occasion which have now
forgotten. My impression is, though,
that Mrs. Leslie simply "willed" the hun
ing, When she wills, she will" and so
she did in this case, and next day down
| came stranger, lady, and said Mrs.
Leslie, think you need $100, 900. Please
| accept that sum of me-"
If any man says that isn't business,
can only reply with woman's answer.
! don't the business men wish they could
do it, thought That hundred thousand
was not a flea bite to what she needed,
but it carried her over the rapids, and
| now her business is in better shape than
| it ever was while her husband lived, and
she is the absolute, tlatfooted mistress of
it.. She is in her prime, less than
middle-aged woman, plump, pure bru.
nette, with great eyes of the kind that
around a striking, finely featured face,
and form that her friends envy. A
| delightful thing about her Is that she
| does not think, as so many OF our sex do,
| that because she is as smart as a man she
must make guy of herself and dress
like bluestocking, as Susan b. does, or
| put on trousers as Rosa Bonheur does, or
be Mary Walker or Mrs. Tom-ri- jon.
| On the contrary, she dresses like any
other lady, with great expense and eX-
quislte taste. She is dotingly fond of
silk, and wears them even at her desk in
her dainty little downtown Office. There
ale people who would criticise this-but
what won't they criticise? 1 have even
heard her taken to task for wearing the
| largest diamonds in town.
Mrs. Leslie holds salons. She is one of
| the few in town who do. There is Court
land Palmer and Miss Glider, and / don't
| know whether Mrs. Bunce is continuing
here, and that is about all. hear,
though, that pretty
| MRS. ELLA WHEELER WILCOX
will establish herself as social and lit
erary queen, with throne of her own,
in her new home up by the park this
winter. l cannot tind myself hoping
that she will, however, for as rule these
| American salons are as tedious as Quaker
meetings. l don't know whether we
can't get up big enough lions, or whether
it is that We don't 60 in for that sort Of
thing but really, some of the salons
have attended have left upon my mind
nothing but u confused recollection of
twaddle and wholesale complexion, by
which latter phrase l mean full dress
decollette gowns, as you very well know.
Mr.. So.and.so sings a song with more
airs than melody; Miss Such-and- such
declalms with her hands in front of her
like child in Sunday school show
Mr.. Blank goes about paving the hands
of the prettiest ladies and pretending to
know palmistry. and Mrs. What's.her-
name scrapes violin till it shrieks with
pain. And who are they all and what dc
| they amount tOP PshaW! / suspect salons